Poet Henry Newbolt

Henry Newbolt

Henry Newbolt Poems

  • 51.  
    Ladies, where were your bright eyes glancing,
    Where were they glancing yester-night?Saw ye Imogen dancing, dancing,
  • 52.  
    O Lord Almighty, Thou whose hands
    Despair and victory give;In whom, though tyrants tread their lands,
  • 53.  
    “Hark ye, hark to the winding horn;
    Sluggards, awake, and front the morn!Hark ye, hark to the winding horn;
  • 54.  
    After long labouring in the windy ways,
    On smooth and shining tides Swiftly the great ship glides,
  • 55.  
    In seventeen hundred and fifty-nine,
    When Hawke came swooping from the West,The French King's Admiral with twenty of the line,
  • 56.  
    Riding at dawn, riding alone,
    Gillespie left the town behind;Before he turned by the Westward road
  • 57.  
    Memories long in music sleeping,
    No more sleeping, No more dumb;
  • 58.  
    O Son of mine, when dusk shall find thee bending
    Between a gravestone and a cradle's head--Between the love whose name is loss unending
  • 59.  
    Lover of England, stand awhile and gaze
    With thankful heart, and lips refrained from praise;They rest beyond the speech of human pride
  • 60.  
    The Squire sat propped in a pillowed chair,
    His eyes were alive and clear of care,But well he knew that the hour was come
  • 61.  
    To-day, my friend is seventy-five;
    He tells his tale with no regret; His brave old eyes are steadfast yet,
  • 62.  
    Praise thou with praise unending,
    The Master of the Wine;To all their portions sending
  • 63.  
    Drake he's in his hammock an' a thousand miles away,
    (Capten, art tha sleepin' there below?)Slung atween the round shot in Nombre Dios Bay,
  • 64.  
    (Mobile Bay, 1864)

  • 65.  
    I sat by the granite pillar, and sunlight fell
    Where the sunlight fell of old,And the hour was the hour my heart remembered well,
  • 66.  
    This is the Chapel: here, my son,
    Your father thought the thoughts of youth,And heard the words that one by one
  • 67.  
    By the hearth-stone
    She sits alone, The long night bearing:
  • 68.  
    I cannot tell, of twain beneath this bond,
    Which one in grief the other goes beyond,--Narcissus, who to end the pain he bore
  • 69.  
    Lad, and can you rest now,
    There beneath your hill!Your hands are on your breast now,
  • 70.  
    She is a lady fair and wise,
    Her heart her counsel keeps,And well she knows of time that flies
  • 71.  
    Effingham, Grenville, Raleigh, Drake,
    Here's to the bold and free!Benbow, Collingwood, Byron, Blake,
  • 72.  
    Boys, are ye calling a toast to-night?
    (Hear what the sea-wind saith)Fill for a bumper strong and bright,
  • 73.  
    With sanguine looks
    And rolling walkAmong the rooks
  • 74.  
    The Forest above and the Combe below,
    On a bright September morn!He's the soul of a clod who thanks not God
  • 75.  
    It fell in the year of Mutiny,
    At darkest of the night,John Nicholson by Jalandhar came,
  • 76.  
    “Ye have robbed,” said he, “ye have slaughtered and made an end,
    Take your ill-got plunder, and bury the dead:What will ye more of your guest and sometime friend?”
Total 76 poems written by Henry Newbolt

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